- one (1) kiwi, sliced and peeled. Usually I eat them with the skin on - to the amusement of my host family, who were slightly (but nicely) horrified when I reassured them that it was only a little like eating a mouse;
- one (1) chunk of beyaz peynir, which is a crumbly soggy white cheese, a little like feta that never quite made it. It's an acquired taste. I didn't like it for a month or two after I got here; and
- one (1) thimble-sized cup of Turkish coffee
Lunch:
- one (1) tost - sort of grilled cheese, squashed into supermodel thinness by a Foreman-style grill. That's how you get grilled cheese here. It's pretty good. And I get "lite tost," because it's on whole-wheat bread. Yum.
- one (1) cup ayran - a yogurt-based drink made by combining water, plain yogurt, and salt. I didn't like it until Lela made it for lunch once, and I've been a fan ever since. There's something about food prepared with intent and affection that can make the most repulsive grub taste wonderful.*
- one (1) segment of a caramel chocolate bar.
Again: a good meal.
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* Sorry, Dad: I love you to pieces, but all the love, affection, and bribery in the world will not prompt me to eat your pot roast. I'm sorry, but that's how it is.
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